Blazitaur

It stalks the high volcanic ground with a heavy, deliberate tread, its great flaming horns lowered and ready, and it commands a wide territory that few things are foolish enough to contest. It charges with devastating force, the fire streaming from its horns and shoulders adding a searing insult to the sheer impact, and it can gore through solid rock when its blood is up. Solitary and fiercely proud, it patrols the boundaries of its ground in the red light of the volcano, and the sight of a Blazitaur silhouetted against a lava-glow on the heights is, for the people of Vlamma, a sign to keep to the lower paths.